The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, I'm seeing this... uh, really old, dusty bowling alley. The air's thick with stale cigarette smoke and there's this faint smell of nacho cheese lingering. Umm, above the bowling lanes, these miniature, glowing replicas of the Nebra sky disk are somehow suspended, casting an ethereal glow over the empty, still lanes as a bunch of forgotten bowling balls just sit there, like they're mid-game. A single, cosmic ray is somehow piercing through the lane 17 sign, making this weird, pinging noise every 7.3 seconds or so.